I’M PINXTY!

The last time I was upset about a birthday was when I was 25.

I know that sounds silly but I was sure that by the time I was 25 I would be burning up the world.

I would be a well know writer, published several slim but notable and profound volumes.

Be sought out by the ‘in’ people.

Ah, youth!

It’s not that I’m upset about being sixty. I don’t feel like sixty. I’m told I don’t look like sixty, or act like it either!

I guess I should be grateful I got this far!

I just don’t like the SOUND of the word.

SIXTY.

It sounds much too final somehow.

So I’ve decided NOT to be SIXTY but PINXTY!

To paraphrase:

Do not go gentle into that decade…….